If you're wondering how bad it can be, just think of the title, "Disgusting Old Man", and all the possibilities of how certain traits and habits could make one fall into that category of disgusting, and you've pretty much got it covered - when you think of the term "disgusting", you think "dirty", and when you think "dirty", it often translates to "perv-y".
That's right. Mr Lim's pretty damn dirty.
Luckily for me, I haven't experienced any physical intrusions by Mr. Lim, but man, the things he talk about mostly involve his past sexual life and relationships. I mean, COME ON, I don't know what I've said or done to prompt him into such topics - I even dress conservatively and respond as unresponsively as possible! Something must be wrong with how I express myself because I am suffering from the awkwardness brought about by his tales of his glory days. Either that or he's really bad at reading body language.
What's more, poor Mr. Lim unfortunately has a case of hyper-development of phlegm - not that I blame him or judge him for that - but the accompanying hacking and gurgling of bacteria-laden sticky fluid followed by the spitting of said junk onto the road when I hit the red light shakes up my inner peace and sends me into mental convulsions.
Yuck.
Aside from all that, you know what really did it for me? He patted my head with his hand. HE PATTED MY HEAD WITH HIS HAND AFTER COUGHING INTO IT WHAT THE FUCK. Words cannot describe how grossed out I am right now. All that I know is this, after I've washed my hair this morning with the intention of its "freshness" lasting the whole day, I am now contemplating washing my hair at a friend's place. Fml.
